Darcy POV:

I didn't even know anything had happened until a week after they were taken. I had to find out through other students and the news because apparently no one thought calling their daughter was a good idea.

I was in the middle of Organic Chemistry when the news aired and the whispers started.

"Did you hear about the Starks? I wonder what will happen to Stark Industries."

"I heard they have a daughter that goes here. Maybe she'll take over if they aren't found."

Being the political science major that I am (Dad didn't know how to react when I told him but Mom was fine with it as long as I kept my other major in Electrical Engineering) I pulled up the news app on my phone to read the headline: Tony and Jasper Stark missing after government weapons demonstration in Afghanistan.

"Fuck! Fuck! Why didn't anyone call me?" I mumble under my breath before grabbing my stuff and darting out of the lecture hall.

As soon as I was outside I called Uncle Rhodey, really needing an explanation as to what the hell was going on.

As soon as he picked up I was yelling. "Rhodey! Why the hell am I hearing my parents are missing from the news and why am I only finding out now?!"

"Darcy! Darcy, you need to calm down. We're doing everything we can to find them. Their convoy was attacked on their way back from their weapons demonstration. I didn't call you because I didn't want you to worry." Rhodey informed me.

I scoffed, "Well, I'm worrying!" I sigh and run a hand through my hair. "I don't think I can focus on school right now. I think I'm going to go stay at the Malibu house. Call me as soon as you find them." I hang up and take a deep breath, trying not to cry.

I head towards my dorm to pack quickly, texting Happy to have a plane ready so I can head home. I call up Pepper to let her know I was on my way.

"What about your classes?" She questions.

"I don't think I can focus on that right now. I can make up the classes after they come back." I tell her.

I hear her sigh, "Well, if that's what you want to do, I'll meet you at the house."

We exchange goodbyes and I head to the plane.

5 hours later I was entering the Malibu house, Jarvis greeting me as I went in.

My mom made Jarvis as a gift for their 5th Anniversary, modeling it after Dad's butler/role model Edwin Jarvis.

"Good Afternoon, Miss. Sir and Ma'am are currently out of the house. Their estimated time of arrival was 3 days ago." Jarvis told me.

I hadn't cried yet but after hearing Jarvis I couldn't hold in anymore and I fell to the ground sobbing. It wasn't fair that they were taken, they were supposed to be celebrating their 20th anniversary, not off in the desert of Afghanistan. I wanted my parents back.